orwell

[big baby]

may my last words be half-slurred and cathartic
so & so’s favorite blue jeans stained with tear drops & saliva
head cradled in their lap, eyes barely widened
my interventions’ HQ will be besmirched within silence
my shoulder blades girth played role of a harbinger
the bonier they got; the more i wished i was a skeleton
malnourished, malevolent, maladjusted malaise
talking in malformed metaphors to try and explain
that there’s a concession of an all-dead jury saying my name
prosecutor in a straitjacket who thinks I’m insane
taped push signs over doors tailored to pull
judges with mallets in the same shape of my skull
my past lives failed me.
pantomime in his glass house flailing
glass eyed, no boundaries. highly contagious
armed & dangerous, with a heart a brain bit
ive gotten anxious cause ive told you i’m not that anxious
i got chasers and glasses for my motherfucking shot-takers
a moment of silence, for up and comers w/ violations
bloodsucker, with lost childhood adult spaces
that touch base with generational cursed phases
misplaced trust havens. mass murdering & love laden
you fucking half murmured anything worth saying
innate phrasing becomes coding for crisis
like blinking twice, as a signal to police snipers
every moment spent sober – a cry out for help
tullamore on the shelf
books in the wine cellar
spending most of his life wishing id try better
heart of a lion, mouth of a sinner
there’s something so dystopian about 19.84 oz. of liquor

[NYCSPITZ]

Feeling straitjacket, M alliteration and mallet is skull line. My past lives failed me too but I was a terrified transsexual transylvanian like 7 lives ago so I’ve upgraded a shitload since then.

[dead man]

malnourished, malevolent, maladjusted malaise
talking in malformed metaphors to try and explain

pretty much sums it up.

taped push signs over doors tailored to pull
judges with mallets in the same shape of my skull

loved this image personally. both. mostly the latter, but the former is a nice "fuck you"

bloodsucker, with lost childhood adult spaces

i'd love you to expand on this more. just to see what it means for you. but i won't count on it.

innate phrasing becomes coding for crisis
like blinking twice, as a signal to police snipers

not sure why but probably my favorite segment of this

thank god somebody is keeping the vibe alive.

sorry i couldn't leave you something more meaningful. it's been a long, long week.

thanks, as always

[Live heat]

Originally Posted by dead man

malnourished, malevolent, maladjusted malaise
talking in malformed metaphors to try and explain

pretty much sums it up.

taped push signs over doors tailored to pull
judges with mallets in the same shape of my skull

loved this image personally. both. mostly the latter, but the former is a nice "fuck you"

bloodsucker, with lost childhood adult spaces

i'd love you to expand on this more. just to see what it means for you. but i won't count on it.

innate phrasing becomes coding for crisis
like blinking twice, as a signal to police snipers

not sure why but probably my favorite segment of this

thank god somebody is keeping the vibe alive.

sorry i couldn't leave you something more meaningful. it's been a long, long week.

thanks, as always

U call that feed?!